I’m not going to lie…
I got distracted by Game of Thrones. That ending…
I started the next part of GOT chronicle and then I realized what time it was and…yeah, so I am sharing this and going to finish the chronicle this week. I’m sorry, but I’m weak….so very weak 🙁
Tall, Dark & Furious
“Where’s your men?” a deep, exotic lilting voice that she could happily listen to all day asked slowly, the words a bit stressed as though he wasn’t used to speaking, but even that didn’t take away from the immense pleasure she took from listening to him speak even as her head continued to pound in agony. “Answer me, woman,” the voice demanded, sending a tingling sensation throughout her body, which was sadly the most pleasure a man had ever given her.
Well, that wasn’t entirely true, she thought a moment later as she yawned. Bob gave her a great deal of pleasure, but she wasn’t sure that he counted since he required batteries.
“Huh?” she said, not bothering to open her eyes as she tried to hold onto the last tendrils of sleep.
“Where is your father? Husband? Your keeper, woman? Where is the man in your life?” the voice demanded harshly, but it was so damn sexy that she was having trouble getting mad.
She reached up and rubbed her aching face with her hands and for some reason she thought the action was odd but couldn’t figure out why. “My father died ten years ago. I’m not married, and I don’t need a keeper, but don’t tell my brother Nathan that. He thinks that I do.”
“Where is this Nathan?” the voice demanded sharply.
“Somewhere in Europe,” she answered as she slowly opened her eyes.
When she saw the monster staring down at her, she clamped her hands over her mouth to stifle the scream that was threatening to escape her since the last thing she needed was to anger him. No, angering him would be a very bad idea, she thought as he reached down and grabbed her arms and hauled her to her feet.
“You have no man then?” he demanded as he studied her through a tangle of long gray matted hair.
No, not gray hair, she amended a second later when she caught a whiff of the dirt and dust matting his beard and hair together and sneezed. That seemed to startle a rather frightening growl from him. She tried to move away so that she wouldn’t do it again, but he refused to release her, leaving her with no choice but to continue sneezing.
“You have no man?” he asked her a little more forcefully as if she wasn’t currently setting a new record for sneezing and threatening to take her migraine to a whole new level of agony.
She went to answer him only to sneeze again, so she shook her head. She knew she could have lied, probably should have lied, but for some reason she didn’t think he’d be all that happy when he discovered that he’d been lied to.
“Good. Then you’re mine,” he said, sounding pleased.